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Leah Souffrant

It’s only when I look at trees— This one—finally—reaching Above the elevated train track Trembling outside this window, Glowing orange leaves scratched On electric green, reaching From the dirty earth—that I ask what it means To be mortal, how we are living Towards dying.                         Sometimes your eyes glow like that, Lashes tipped with sunlight,… Continue reading Leah Souffrant

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Gregory Orr

I remember the cloud on its blue bicycle gliding over the leaves under the bare branches. You and I were walking. You wore your long green dress with the hem frayed so the loose threads seemed like tiny roots. We were holding hands when my hand became a yellow scarf and you stood waving it… Continue reading Gregory Orr

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William Faulkner

She smelled like trees. In the corner it was dark, but I could see the window. I squatted there, holding the slipper. I couldn’t see it but my hands saw it, and I could hear it getting night, and my hands saw the slipper but I couldn’t see myself, but my hands could see the… Continue reading William Faulkner

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Nathaniel Hawthorne

It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or… Continue reading Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Carl Sandburg

What is there for you in the birds, the birds, the birds, crying down in the north wind in September—acres of birds spotting the air going south? Is there something finished? And some new beginning on the way? — Carl Sandburg, from section “Falltime” in “Redhaw Winds,” Poetry (October 1918)

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Joseph Campbell

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive. ― Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth. Published by Anchor (June 1, 1991)

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